Glasshouse

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
(Hey, ayy)
So much on my mind, might crash out, nigga, might spazz out
Lately, I been poppin' tags now, we took that fast route
Bad bitches with they ass out, we in that glasshouse
Twenty thousand dollars in my mouth, they ain't never seen my house
I don't wanna fuck that bitch, I fuck her mouth
'Member what's on my mind, always on my mode, don't waste no time
Then back to the grind, I see dollar signs every time I close my eyes

[Verse 1: Yung Bans]
Ayy, I just woke up and I'm sippin' red
Take another pill, I'll probably end up dead
I'm just tryna free my brother out the fed
Bad lil' bitch, she got open legs
That's just how we livin', bro
Whole lotta choppas in my living room
My young niggas sweep the block, comе straight out the broom
Brand new Hellcat, that bitch say "Vroom"

[Verse 2: Slim Santana]
Thеy denied my bond, sittin' on that Zoom
Where the fuck the nigga was at when I was 23 up in that room
Me and Twofaced on the fifth floor, he hit an opp with a broom
The other side know how we rockin', how the fuck you ain't in tune (Let's get it)
All the chops like we workin' at Benny's
Went to court and they said I'm a menace
Bags away but I ain't doin' fitness
Get up, shh, I'll be back in a minute
Who ducked the smoke? Nigga, I'm in the city
No, he can't ride, nigga, he ain't with it
Drop a diss, get put up in the ceiling
Pour an eight, tryna fuck up my kindey

[Verse 3: YSL Benji]
Get some money, can't hide your feelings
You ain't with it, I don't want no dealings
We the one doin' all the killings
Play with slatt, we stand on business
One gang, we in the building
How it feel to run up them millions?
Cut my man off, he was stealin'
Fuck society, I been a menace
Walkin' 'round with all these switches
Minute man, get you gone in a minute
Keep my trips, so I ain't trippin'
Know the opps wanna catch me slippin'
Trigger finger, yeah, it still itchin'
Automatic stick, it be glitchin'
Gun 'em down, we don't do no missin'
Dealt with slime, you know he with it

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
(Hey, ayy)
So much on my mind, might crash out, nigga, might spazz out
Lately, I been poppin' tags now, we took that fast route
Bad bitches with they ass out, we in that glasshouse
Twenty thousand dollars in my mouth, they ain't never seen my house
I don't wanna fuck that bitch, I fuck her mouth
'Member what's on my mind, always on my mode, don't waste no time
Then back to the grind, I see dollar signs every time I close my eyes